Pura Vida! And so to the pure lands of Costa Rica. First stop Liberia where we were lucky enough to arrive during the week of Guancaste carnival, and caught our first Rodeo! Three teams competed for the title of rodeo king in events such as, bare back horse relays, and musical tyres, won by the campest cowboy ever. Luckily it rained heavelly so we saw a lot of falling off and mud wrestling with bulls. After the excitement we headed for the active volcanoe La A...

Buenas! So after leaving our 3rd family behind, we headed for the jungle island of Ometepe. Our first days were spent swimming in the "officially" clean waters of Charco Verde, and hiking through rain forest in search of better views of the volcano. During the evening we were consistently visited by a mysterious creature, who left presents on the bed sheets (bright yellow), while trying to break in to our medical bag. Rumours of a junkie bat are yet to...

Palabra Sube With 3 hot sweaty days on buses we arrived in Nicaragua´s capital Managua, picking up a surfer along the way. After an awkward moment of trying to explain to the hostel owner that we werent after a menage a trois we bedded down for the night and headed straight for Leon. Leon is the liberal city of revolutionaries, and has a church on every street corner. Every night, without fail, we watched lightning over the top of the largest cathedral in cen...

Hola y Adios Honduras Cheeks still clenched we successfully crossed the border to Honduras. After boat, taxi, bus, walk, taxi, bus, and Tuc Tuc we arrived in the sleepy carribean town of Omoa. The reason for the sleepiness soon became clear, as it was so dam HOT! We mean real Hot, not just ,oh im a bit hot¨but ¨God dawn i cant freakin move HOT. Luckly there was crystal clear, calm as a lake, carribean sea 200 meters from our bed. Inspired by our surroundings w...

Que Tal!! And so we headed for lake Atitlan, first stop the hedonistic lands of San Pedro, where traditional garments include: unwashed dreadlocks, rainbow coloured fisherman trousers, and Hula Hoops. After meeting up with some fellow postgraduates we hit the famous nightlife. This entailed lying horizontally in a bar, until being rudely awakened by a 50 year old sporting a pony tail playing the latest in eurphoric trance........Av it! Early next moring we all ...